Neverwinter booms with the rhythm of drums. The guitar sings alongside its bass and Serval is the conductor of it all. Even folks who came for repairs can't help but turn their moods around when they feel the shaking of the shop and the rhythm of the music in their hearts. She's up on stage and her band is killing it. Song after song, the party goes on until night. After she can barely sing or move her hands anymore, she comes around greeting her guests. Her sister Lynx has snuck out to visit, as has a reluctant Gepard. Even Bronya has come to gander at what is catching the attention of so many of her guards. Serval just pets her like she's her niece and moves along. Finally she sees someone standing along the side of the shop, looking tired like they've been here since the show began. She props herself on the wall beside them, twisting a lock of her hair.

Serval: "So, you enjoy the show? Sigh, man, my voice is killing me after that one. How about you? Screaming along the whole time I bet." A smirk comes to her face as she makes sure they're awake.